You think I am kidding, but no. I had the warmest cammo coat, cammo snow pant suspenders. Cammo hood, gloves, and I kid you not, CAMMO BOOTS! You should have seen me. I was having so much fun, and it was all a bit big, so I felt like a huge camouflaged marshmallow.
But the weirdest thing happened. I started talking different. I started asking people to hand me my gun. "My guhhhn." When people called me (Alana can attest to this), I would answer it "Go for Alana." I even think at one point, I asked Michael to drop and give me twenty. I don't know why this happened. I assume it was all the power of the camouflage going to my head. I kept asking people if it was hard to see me, since I was dressed all in cammo.
When I asked Bob, he looked at me, patted my head and said, you are kind of in the wrong camouflage for snow. I don't know what he was talking about. See the picture below. You can only see an outline of an angel huh? Eerie I know.
Oh and I can't resist showing you what my hair looked like by the end of our snow trip. I like to call this my rooster do. Not everyone can pull this off, but I think I did nicely..